Beyblade Metal Tip Novels & Stories

Inside the box is a knife laid on black velvety material. The Omega goes to pick it up but realizes the top isn't attached to the base, so it comes right off. The handle of the blade is black with carvings on it. The blade looks sharp, with old, dried blood near the tip. Aiden touches it and hisses as he jerks his hand back. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, trying to ease the burn. Silver… ‘Why would the Alpha have a silver blade?’ Aiden wondered as he set the blade back on the base and placed the clear cover over it again.

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

... ‘Just some regular whipping’, Thane had said, but he had lied. The metallic steel-coloured whip was very much unusual. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone could create an object like this with the sole purpose of using it on people. The whip was a dark, shining metal, and the tip had been split into five. The elders passed the whip to the guards, the same ones that had too many piercings. They dipped the metal whip into the contents of a basin.

"I got it. Hang on, Speedy." JumpStart: While running toward SpeedBlade, I shake the extra dust out of my hair. Skidding to a stop, I look at the fight between SpeedBlade and Metal-Man. "SpeedBlade," I shout, backing away when Metal-Man punches the floor and sends more dust into the air. I have to stop to split out the dust. "SpeedBlade, listen to me. There are switches right beneath the batons' guards. To turn the stun batons on, they need to be pointed up."

Shane held the metal whip in his hand, and a cold metallic aura exuded from his body in waves. Like a long black metal snake, the whip slowly twisted around Shane’s body. This whip had 99 sections, and each piece was made of black metal. It seemed to have an awareness of its own. In the end, the whip formed a circle around Shane. The head of the whip was like a scorpion's tail with a sharp stinger that glowed with a cold black light. There were also two red lights like eyes.

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Of course I would. I took the ritual dagger she held out. Its hilt was wrapped in obsidian leather. The blade? Bone. Not metal. Bone. Of what, I didn’t ask. I pressed it to my palm, inhaled sharply, and drew the cut clean. Pain bloomed, but I didn’t flinch. The blood that welled to the surface shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Not red. Not entirely. It was tinged silver. Maela’s eyes flicked to it, and for a moment—just a second—something like awe crossed her face. Or fear.